Sync Different

The letter dropped
You left it lost
Or wouldA note was left
Inside your head
For you
The vacant lot
That marks your spot
Is stillWhere nothing moves
And moments marked
Your will
It keeps coming around…
The empty chair
The shadows there
RemainWith blinds pulled down
And prayers cried out
In vain
The silhouette
That set against
The lightShines where eyes
Can't see beyond
The sky
It keeps coming around...

I See Lola’s ComingI See Lola’s Coming
On the iceBreaking down winterAnd the snow
I See Lola’s ComingI See Lola’s Coming

On the iceBreaking a new summerAt my door

All night longIn the eye ofA new galaxy

In the morning
Bringing you back homeOn the highway i driveA little bit too slow

Come on look at these planesThey're flying over the rainOver the rain

I stay at home all the dayUnder curfew i feelA little unsteady

But your perfume in the airTakes me far awayOn the roadsAnd over the hills

Come on look at these planesThey're flying over the rainOver the rain

Well don't get any splinters on the floor

When you go down in the hole

Why don't you join people on the lawn

You work full time


Like a mole
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All her perfume cameTo me at nightLike a ghostI know the flowers
Grow up with no nameEven the roseWhen the lizard
Dive into the wallI stand against the water

No offence todayI'm fine in the bushes

Staring at you on your knees
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I know it's too lateWhen birds wake me upAnd i wonderWhere have you been all my life

You know that i don'tKill spiders anymoreI surrenderTo the big wave from the sea

The day has comeI should go up the sycamoreThe day has comeAnd i hear someone
Knock knockKnocking at the door

No lines on the roadsNo boats on the seaI surrenderTo the big sleep on my tree

The day has comeI should go up the sycamoreThe day has comeAnd i hear someone
Knock knockKnocking at the door

All by myselfIn the kitchen
I cook for strangersComing from the cold nightWaiting for a sunriseOh oh alone in the blue lightShe said: "j'ai bu tout l'eau des rosesAll by myself"And i already see usBreaking down in tears in the nightIn the middle of a fightAnd yet i knowI want to go this way

All through the nightWhen the moon is goneWe are two loversComing from the cold smokeAll pink like pollutionOh oh she smiles in the meantimeAt the sound of the falling roseAll by herselfAnd i already feelLike a boxer lost in my thoughtsCounting all the scars on my glovesAnd yet i knowI want to go this way

And i already see usBreaking down in tears in the nightIn the middle of a fightAnd yet i knowI want to go this way